I went to Sassa – the library building – yesterday with my granddaughter – 20 months - and her Mum. We walked there and arrived at about 7.00. We stood in an extremely long queue in the boiling hot sun for many hours. We are white and I have gingerhair and a skin colour which is not conducive to being in the sun for any length of time. My 'daughter-in-law' has a damaged leg from a bike/tanker accident and she has a lot of pain and her leg and foot tends to swell when she is on it for any length time.
I eventually went and asked if she could move up in the queue and was told that others had been in the queue since 5
and we must wait our turn.
We were almost at the end of the queue, but we eventually got to sit inside on a chair. I told the female worker there that
my grandchild was having breast milk in the loo and they would be there just now.
When they arrived, I remained sitting and this worker told me to get off the chair – I am not a recipient so I can't sit!
There were now empty chairs which children were sitting on.
I explained that I have rheumatoid arthritis in my knees and hips and I was tired and sore after standing all day! G also
tried to intervene and she was told she doesn't work there and that she is only a f-----g beneficiary. G said that even if she
is just a beneficiary, she deserves respect! She was told that she could give me her chair, but we couldn't both take a chair! I let her sit.
I might be only 57, but this female was rude and disrespectful. Another worker told me to take a chair and sit against the wall. I was upset and swore at them and remained standing. When I wanted the woman's name, she called her manager and then quickly chased all the black children off the chairs and stacked them against the wall!
The manager arrived and asked me what went on and I told him, but I was in tears and when he asked me what I wanted
done about the matter, I said to just forget it!
These females told me I'm racist and this is the new South Africa. I was born and raised in Malawi and went to schoo
in Zimbabwe. My best friend as a child was a Cape coloured who was a neighbour. Goan Indians visited our home and we
were once the only white children to attend their Christmas Party.
I was at College in Bulawayo and my best friend there – a coloured - lived next door to my Grandparents.
My children were raised in Botswana and Namibia and they had ALL colour friends who stayed in my home and they
stayed in theirs!
My grandchild was hit in the face by a male toddler who was being told by adults to hit her! (A white child we were in
queue with and who speaks the language told us!) And the black toddler continued to try to hit her again.
This country is so anti-white and if this is the way the children are being brought up, this country will only become
more racist and more violent.
My granddaughter loves to greet ALL children, but after that action, she is now scared of black children and she had nightmares all night!
And don't tell me if I don't like it, I must leave the country. I cannot afford to or I would!!
I have photo's of the incident!
By the way, I am a citizen of South Africa because my father was unfortunately born in Durban. My grandparents moved from Scotland - very unfortunately for me.